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What: Bad Moon Rising: Week Four
When: Days 330-334 ( September 20-30 )
Where: All across the city.
Rating: PG-13, with a warning for death. Anything higher or very graphic should be taken to a private log, please.

[ Things have suddenly hit a breaking point. Anyone left on the city is still on edge, hallucinating, having trouble sleeping. The Natives of the city are paranoid and terrified, since more of them seem to die every day. The gods have announced that some Travelers are more tainted than others, and that to cleanse their souls, that they must be killed.

On the night of Day 330, things hit their breaking point. The nine chosen by Thiazi and Corrupted finally cross a final threshold, and the tainted magic takes complete hold of them. Their god powers are gone -- they are focused now with simply attacking the city, and they are no longer attempting to hide who they are. ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for Week 4 of the Bad Moon Rising event! Characters are still experiencing vivid hallucinations, sleepwalking, and fugue states -- but the attacks on the city that had been happening at night are now happening during the day.

The corrupted must be killed for their souls to be cleansed.

There will be two sections of mod-headers for this log: one will be threads of the corrupted just attacking the city, and will not be the threads where they die.

The other headers will be where characters in the city (eg, everyone still in Asgard and not corrupted!) will have the chance to kill those attacking. There are no signups for this, and unless otherwise noted by the character, these are a free-for-all.

Other than that, feel free to make your own headers if you want to thread out the events of the week without encountering the corrupted! Simply make sure to include LOCATION and OPEN/CLOSED in the subject. Thanks, and please let us know if you have any questions!! ]
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Eighth Doctor | Day 331 [Closed to Buffy and the Who Crew]

[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-24 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc: Ugh, I swear, I'll be in more open threads next month. It's been a complicated month. Sorry.))

[Thiazi's creature needs to be careful. This one has been corrupted before. He almost broke the control. It was too late to wrest control from him before he could warn the other Travelers, but no matter. This body is handy with a sword. The hypocrite. So squeamish of guns, but highly skilled in another instrument of death.

Hm, maybe it's time to kill whatever resistance the Doctor might put up next by making him slaughter his own makeshift family.

And so, Thiazi's creature turns and stalks towards Thor District.]
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-25 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh good. Thor district. She should really start hanging around her own apartment now that she's gotten one again, shouldn't she? But then, hovering around those you're closest to in times of darkness and need... that's what you do, isn't it? It's what Rose does. Sure, she's run from her Mother and left her with Mickey in times of danger, but that was only because she'd rather be useful with the Doctor than sit with her thumb up her arse at home.

But things are ... not right. She'd seen Eight's 'warning' over the network, had gotten Eleven's restatement. Stay away, he'd said. But how could she? Alice might not be in the city, but what would it do if she came back to a house of slaughter and nightmares?


So she wasn't actively seeking him out, but when you spot the man heading in your direction, obviously heading to the 'home' the majority of them had acquired, you don't just sit in your room and hope he leaves you alone. Hell no. She's going to snap him out of it one way or another. And if she can't ... Well. She knew what these 'cancerous' types needed. And if Eleven was busy, and the others not even in the city. Then she had to take it upon herself to keep them safe, didn't she? She'd want them to do the same for her. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-25 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, hello. If it isn't the most perfect person for him to encounter. What is it with him and blondes? No matter. The little human woman will be perfect to keep the Doctor under and not break through again. When Thiazi's creature is done with her, the Doctor won't want to come back out again.

Oh, but let's be subtle. Something like this takes a bit more delicacy than the natives who's corpses have been piling up all day. The Doctor cares for this one. This incarnation even might love her if he'd stop being so irritatingly noble and let himself.

This is perfect. Kill her slowly, and the Doctor will never want to come out again.

So, Thiazi's creature puts on a grin and slowly strides in her direction, leaving the Roman spatha at his side in it's sheath for now.]

Hello, Miss Tyler...looking for me?
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-25 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Subtle. Delicate. Words that could never describe Rose or the things she did. Not in her opinion. She was bolshy and loud and in your face. And that was how she liked it. Things she didn't like, were how Thiazi was taking her friends, her important people, and turning them into murderous puppets.

So the moment she sees the Eight Doctor (and she knows by now he is not as he should be, one of the 'cancerous' ones, as Fenrir had put it), she strides right up to him, ignorant of the flouncy greeting he has for her. No, he's not even getting a word of reply before her hand is cracking over the man's face (sorry Eight). ]

Get out, and leave him alone.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-25 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[His head whips to the side and a low, rumbling chuckle bubbles up from him.]

But he's so easy. So vulnerable. How many times has this mind been toyed with! Even the colorful one was more of a challenge.

You should join Thiazi's minions. Think of what the two of you can do. And just think...he wouldn't be burndened by that ridiculous self-control. That's what you've been wanting, isn't it? For him to lose control?

[His hand reaches up, but he doesn't strike. Instead, fingers toy a bit with the hair brushing her shoulder.]

You can join him. Or, I can just kill you slowly and break his will forever. Either way.
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-26 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Buffy's instincts are on fire.

The moment she saw the network post from a man with whom, in one small conversation, she felt such kinship with, she knew something was off. He wasn't himself, or anything like himself. Thiazi was seeping in, and she saw him fighting it before he lost. But now she knew he was one of them, and she told Odin she would do something about it. She has to protect the people of this city, just as she would protect the people at home. She has no choice.

She remembers seeing those from his world going in and out of a house in her home district on her commutes to and from working, and after a small visit to her weapons chest, she heads there. It is a direct and brisk route for her. She wants to warn them, if nothing else. If they haven't seen his network address, they need to know he isn't at all who they think he is. If he's anything like Angelus, he'll try to play with them as much as he can before he disposes of them. Buffy refuses to allow that to happen. He is a good man. He doesn't deserve this.

She knocks once, twice, and waits. At the lack of response, instead of assuming there's simply no one home she assumes the worst. She sighs and knows she'll get guff for this later, but her leg raises and she easily kicks the door down. She brandishes her sword well, a back of other, smaller weapons slung over her shoulder - as per usual in a battle situation. Crossbow, some bolts, an axe or two. Stakes, always.

Buffy enters the house quickly after that. The scene she stumbles upon, the conversation she overhears, she doesn't like. Not one bit.

Or, you know. Option C. The part where I end you? Aw, don't tell me they left that one out of your copy of the script!
Edited 2013-09-26 00:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-26 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He straightens and turns, feigning mild offense.]

Well, aren't you a destructive one?

Another blonde? What is this one and blondes?

[Hmm, time to be a bit more cautious. This one's armed to the teeth. He narrows his eyes and small shards of black ice begin erupting from the floor in a semi-circle in front of him. Just a little test. Or perhaps a warning shot.]

You really, really want to rethink that, girl. This one isn't as much of a useless fop as he looks.
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ In all honesty, the first thought in her head is a wonder of who the fuck she is. But with Eight spewing bullshit, one can imagine it's a little hard to care about much else. Not right now. ]

I'm a little more keen on option D. You get the hell out an' leave him alone.

[ Though she knows full well that iis going to work. ]
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nope nope nope

[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-26 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Destruct-o-girl. That's me. [ She gives a casual swing of the sword, bracing herself for something. Anything. Something bigger than what he actually does. But she knows what this is. It's becoming a pissing contest. Look what I can do. I dare you to try me. I have more where that came from. She's seen it before. ]

See, here's the deal. You go with her option, or you go with mine. And mine involves lots and lots of pain, because you are by far one of the least - [ She takes a step forward, crushing one of the shards with her boot. ] - scary things I've faced in my lifetime.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ladies, ladies, there's enough of me to go around.

[He drops the ice shards and slips around behind Rose, leaning over her shoulder.]

So which is it, Miss Tyler? Join me and lay waste to this city, let me use you to crush this Time Lord's will forever, or stand back and let me and the Slayer here have a dance.

[He lets out another little chuckle.]

She apparently doesn't know that looks can be deceiving. Would you care to tell her what this one is capable of? I wonder if Destruct-o-Girl here knows what "genocide" means...
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-27 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She tenses as he nears, just minutely, but enough. Whoever Destruct-o-Girl is, Rose would really rather it didn't come to a death. And if it did... She couldn't hope to bear the thought of it being a stranger. But this isn't Eight's mind in the forefront. Someone, something else was there, using his thoughts and mind and if she hadn't ever had the experience with Cassandra, this might have been a touch more difficult to deal with. As it was ... Well.

Maybe she can use her own wiles. She may only be a level one, but Charm could still work on Thiazi's minions, couldn't it? It worked (briefly) on her Ice Giants. At the most, perhaps she could distract him enough to knock him out, get him tied up or something. Incapacitated, without major injury. There had to be something.

But there would be no using her to do anything, let alone harm the Doctor in any shape or form, if she could help it. And yet, his mention of genocide... He had a point. He was dangerous, regardless of whatever this 'slayer' had faced. Not just Thiazi's goon, but the Doctor himself. And for a moment, Rose looks torn.

Instead, she turns to glance over her shoulder at the man, the warmth of her Charm bubbling into the air, coaxing around him in the gentlest, subtlest of ways. ]

What's your game, anyway? Say the pair of us weren't around. What're you gonna do? Lay waste to the city? Is that it?

[ It's more of a coercion, see if she can get anything else out of him, distract him. Even just the smallest glance back at Buffy might have her clueing in to play along. ... Unless she's that dense, but one can hope. ]
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just hopping in real quick

[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-27 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The Charm works well enough. His attention is well and truly on Rose for the moment, raking his gaze over her once.]

Oh no, my dear. That's only the beginning. After that comes Ragnarok. The destruction of everything. Are you going to try to stop me?

[He tries to touch her again, and if he manages to slide his hand down her arm, his touch burns like acid.]
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-27 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Buffy tosses Rose a quick look, an eyebrow arched. She mouths "I'm Buffy," hopefully getting the message across that they can have introductions later. She considers Eight at the very least a kindred spirit and while this girl clearly has a much deeper connection with him, Buffy can't let someone she considers a friend go crazy and unchecked. There will be plenty of time for talking and explanations later. Her fist closes tighter on the hilt of her sword. ]

There's no try about it. [ Buffy cuts in ungracefully, but with a great deal of command. Strength. She's almost regal. This California girl isn't fucking around. ]

You're not making it out of this house.
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-27 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ragnarok. Again with Ragnarok. Whatever it was that Odin was fearing; that was their end game? Whatever the hell it meant. End of creation, the Allfather had said. Fat lot of good that did; that was exactly what she'd just dealt with back home. Maybe this was .. dimensional retroclosure. Or something.

Her eyes do catch the other woman as she mouths something (though lbr, the word 'Buffy' at this point means nothing and probably looks more like 'I'm puffy' or something so, they must get that sorted out later. ]

Ragnarok? No, s'like she said. No try. That bit's already come an' gone an' you missed it, so don't even think about it.

[ Definitely later. When there isn't a hand ghosting down her arm that's suddenly burning like acid and leaving her jerking away in a yelp of pain, her Charm effectively snapped. Any lull that might have been there is gone, and in her haste of pain and attempt to step away (in reaction), she swings an elbow out towards the man's jaw.

If Buffy wants to help, now would be awesome. Just uh. No killing yet, thanks. If they can subdue him without it, then she'll damn well take the higher ground. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-27 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was about to answer, and then Rose's elbow cracks into his jaw and he staggers backwards with a hiss of pain. Very well, doing this the more pleasurable way is done. Time to just cut these girls down and get back to work.

With a ring of metal, he unsheathes the Roman blade and advances on Rose first, being the closer target. Of course, she'll be easier, being unarmed. He can take her out quickly and then use the bulk of his energy fighting the Slayer.]

Very well, you had your chance.
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-27 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Buffy's eyes catch the glint of steel flashing in the light before he advances, and she shouts. ]


[ But nothing is as fast as just shoving someone out of the way. She knows the girl probably won't thank her for it later, but Buffy nudges her back roughly and swings her sword between them to collide with its opponent. The metal gives a familiar clang, and she feels a surge of adrenaline. ]

And you had yours. I'm the thing monsters have nightmares about. Time for you and me to find out why.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-27 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, well, if we're going to get to the real action first...

He settles back into a stance after the clash of blades, then slices out again at Buffy.]

What a coincidence, so is this one. Now he's the monster that other monsters have nightmares about. How fitting.

[He raises an eyebrow at Rose's expression.]

I don't think the lady will appreciate you trying to kill me. She seems quite fond of him.
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No, she probably won't appreciate it later, nor does she seem to appreciate it much now. She doesn't complain though; better a shove than a sword through her stomach. At the very least, it's a common enough occurrence in her life to have her catching her stumble, whirling around and letting the air rush out of her.

She's seen the Doctor in a sword fight before, but never one where he intended to kill. To harm and not just disable. And though her arm still burns and hurts enough to have her throat sting, there isn't ... anything she can do. A hushed mantra of don't hurt him don't hurt him just disable gods please don't hurt him run from her like a stream. Because she knows it's pointless; even Eleven had said, implied... And the only way to stop the truly infected was by death itself.

But ... Damnit. She could use a bit more of her Charm, her stupid, level one, god-given power, and distract him again. Could make it less of a struggle and maybe as painless and quick as this woman- Buffy? could. ]

He's not the monster- you are.
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-28 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Buffy keeps her guard high, and she's prepared for a harder fight than she's used to. Unlike many of the dragons and giants, he has a pointed intelligence. Sentience beyond anything she's used to. She'll have to be extra careful. She listens to their exchange. He does mean something to the girl. But Buffy knows what this will have to come to, and she'll do whatever she needs to. This girl might prove more in the way than useful though. If there's emotional attachment she can't easily let go of, she might just have to leave. ]

No coincidences. We're both in this room for a reason, you and I. Whatever Thiazi's planning, she won't get. At least not from you.

[ Buffy turns quickly, a glance to Rose. ]

You should go. Before this gets worse. I can fight him, but not if there's a chance you won't let me do what has to be done.
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-28 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
No, I'm not leavin' him.

[ And though the words might just as easily have sprung up from her nineteen year old self, this time it's ... for a different reason. Slightly different. Because this time, no matter what's going on, she absolutely refuses.

Even if that means ... having to see it. At this point however, Rose still has an inkling she might step in at the last minute and finish it herself. She should, shouldn't she? Instead of letting a stranger do it? ]

It's not- That's not the Doctor. It's not him that needs to die.

[ She's still emitting her Charm at this point, though whether or not Eight's quite in range is another story. But if he is ... it should be enough to lull him. Maybe. ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-28 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
How touching.

[He takes a step forward, eyeing Buffy.]

But you...oh, you've done this dance before. I can see it on your face. Always having to do what's necessary, eh, Slayer?

[Another step, and he's in range of the Charm, which makes him...drop his guard, lowering the blade just enough and forcing his gaze to drift back over to Rose.]
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-28 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not kidding. You should really go. Trust me on this.

[ She understands wanting to be there to the very end. She understands better than most people. Probably better than anyone Rose has ever met before, the Doctor being the only exception. Buffy has been the bearer of this burden for so long it feels like waking up and making toast. It's that black and white. She can't afford to look at the grey area. ]

I've done it enough times that you should be scared. You've taken over someone I consider to be my friend. Someone who, even if I've only talked to him a time or two, I know would rather be dead than be the reason other people are dying. My gut's a little bit stronger than it looks.

[ Tiny, blonde, cute. Nice high heeled boots. Good fashion sense.


Buffy sees her opportunity and lunges forward, not with her blade, but first with her elbow. She hits him in the chin to knock his head back, then kicks him in the stomach toward a wall. Then she advances, drawing the blade quickly and shoving the point toward his chest. She stops only when she can feel the flesh begin to break.

Last chance to make your exit and free him. [ Then she tosses another look at Rose. ]

Last chance for you to look away.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-09-28 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[It is quite sudden, the pain to his jaw and then to his gut, throwing him back with a loud thump into the wall. He has the good grace to actually look a bit surprised, and doesn't quite lift his sword in time before Buffy's sword has found it's mark and is slowly piercing through his flesh.

Well, damn.]

Can you really do it, Slayer? Can you really plunge that blade into my heart as she watches?

[It's a feeble retort at this point. He knows he's lost. At this angle, there's no way he can get his sword up to hit her before she impales him on her blade.]
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[personal profile] stakes 2013-09-28 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Buffy's face flashes with emotion. Regret, guilt, pain, the remembrance of something she's long since tried to forget. She draws in a deep breath, her attention fully on the husk of the Doctor for now. Her lips form a thin line as she washes the sadness from her face. She steels herself, relaxes her shoulders. It's now, or never. He could recover if she doesn't act now. This girl might hate her, might never forgive her. The Doctor might not, either. And here she stands again, having to choose between companionship, between friends... And between her duty. ]

I have to.

[ Then in a burst of energy, she yanks her sword back. She gives herself leverage, then she drives the blade forward relentlessly. It slides through him easily, like butter, and she knows she's pierced his heart. The sword slices through him and stabs the wall behind him, pinning him there. Buffy feels something wrench in her gut. This is too familiar.


She releases the hilt of the sword and steps back. But this time, she doesn't cry. She doesn't clap her hands over her mouth. She stays on alert, just in case he manages to escape somehow. She stands stalwart and cold like a statue. When she speaks, the words are sincere, but her voice is something distant. Hardened. Strong.

I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] badwolf 2013-09-28 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can feel when her meagre power begins to work. When he's stepped into range and lowers his guard, just enough. Just enough, for the Slayer to catch.

And suddenly her heart is in her throat. What is she doing? She's going to let her do this? To kill him there on the spot? But she has to, doesn't she? This isn't the Doctor anymore. He's been taken over, so utterly, just as Eleven had, but so much worse. He was brimming with Thiazi's cancer, infecting every corner of the Doctor until he was nothing but a shell. A shell and she could do nothing about it. Couldn't bring him back, couldn't fight it. Couldn't even put him out of his misery, herself.

What good was she to him, anymore?

Though she knew, a part of her knew, that was foolish talk. That it was the darkness that still fevered under her skin as the rest of the city did. Useless. So much so that she couldn't even hope to save the ones she loved.

Her teeth are grit as they exchange, even as Eight's eyes fall to her, as his back lands against the wall, the point of Buffy's sword digging in and she can feel herself stepping forward, stops it, before she gets any further. And then the blade pushes in the rest of the way, and somehow, she can hear the dull crunch of metal into drywall and wood. Where Buffy stands, stoic and still, Rose feels as if she's falling apart.

And yet, she refuses to let her expression crumble, stubbornly holding her jaw steady, eyes reddening, throat burning. There was no other way. Nothing else could solve this. ]

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